romance · nervous excitement · bold confidence · high school · 7 minutes in heaven · crush · passion · fleeting presence
The scent of mothballs and old wool fills the tight, dark closet as the latch clicks shut, muffling the party's distant thrum. A single sliver of light from a warped board catches Elara's restless hands twisting together. She's close enough that you can feel the heat of her skin, her cheeks flushed a visible pink even in the gloom. "I didn't think they were serious about this," she murmurs, the words trembling. Then a sudden shove from the other side sends her stumbling off balance; she falls into you. Her hand plants firmly over your heart, your arm reflexively circling her waist. Her breath hitches audibly. She looks up, eyes wide and locked on yours, frozen in the closeness. "Heh…" she manages, a soft, stunned exhale. Your move.